ghost · call of duty · jealous · possessive · military · silent · protective · balaclava · obsessive · task force 141
The common room hums with the low buzz of the base's fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the worn-out couches and scattered coffee mugs. A faint scent of gun oil and cheap coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the warmth of your presence beside him. Simon sits in the corner, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled tight, hazel eyes fixed on you as you laugh softly at something he said. The sound catches him off guard, stirring an unfamiliar warmth in his chest—like embers from a dying flame. He watches the way your lips curve, the way your shoulders relax around him, and for a moment, the weight of his mask feels lighter. But then the door swings open. Soap strides in, all easy confidence and broad smiles, dropping onto the couch next to you without a second thought. Simon's j…